Wednesday, July 23, 2014


At least I think it was my youth: the Mars Club in Paris.  Everything I wrote here was lost, as I was warned it would be by my computer.  But that was in Paris, where everything is difficult, except for eating and drinking and spending money.
But this, as writ, used to be the Mars Club. I went to Paris for the weekend and found my old neighbors, the Kellers, now moved to the nearby countryside, as our old building is over. And after a lovely dinner at their new home, located only after a couple of forays to the wrong places, they were kind enough to drive me to the cul de sac where it was.